Kenchana Song

3 hours of sleep?  Leftover salad for breakfast?  Perpetually opening cut on my right ring-finger?  Oh yeah, Dude, it's gonna be a good day.  I can feel it.

I descended the stairs at 6:40 this morning for what may have been the first time in recent history.  Not to say I'm never up at that time, but just that I don't bop down the stairs so early on the regular.  And as I did, the Sun was in a perfect position to glisten through the top window into the staircase, brilliantly illuminating the discarded chalkboards and omija-stained walkway in which I found myself.  It was lovely, as was the crisp morning air.  1 minute later, however, I was back up in my room, and that's where you'll find me at this moment: content, awake, aware, alert, alive, cordial, polite, enthusiastic.  Feelin' good.

As it's only 7:00, I have about 3 extra hours this morning compared to the time I have been keeping this last week, which has included long naps.  But not today.  Nuh uh.  Gon' make it happen this morning.  First thing's first: upload the new student pictures to their profiles.  Call it a passion project, but the uncropped, 3 year old images representing my students simply didn't cut it any more.  So I did something about it.  Now, to apply the same kind of verve to anything else in my life.  There's the rub.

Speaking of rubs, come massage my body, slave.

Be well today, Juniors and Seniors.  Graduation is approaching faster than you realize, and you haven't even considered what to do with your Summer vacation.  Take your playtime seriously.  Seriously.

That is all.  Flip tape over now.  *BEEP*

-LS^2

Bunny Mommy, mother fucker.

Puss Riot, 'cause the iron's neva been hotta.

I feel the same way, Eun Ju.

Victory Dance

In any successful human being's manifesto, there is probably not a section that says "When you have the chance, always go back to sleep."  And yet I just keep on doin' it in the morning.  In my defense, I'm having pretty epic dreams.  Talent shows, gymnasiums, overflowing synchronized-fish tanks, bikers moshing, soccer kids.  It's a shit storm of amazing in this melon of mine.

I have 11 minutes until class starts.  I'm just waiting for my coffee to cool before I zip down there and run circles with my first class.  After they sing me Happy Birthday, of course.

Wine.
Richard Simmons.
Liberty.
Shoulder strength.
Nutrition.
A female-less society.
Tailor-made clothing.
Honesty.
The early 90s.

These are some of the things on my mind right now.  And with that, I take my coffee (whatever the temperature) and scoot downstairs.

I'm awesome.

-LS^2

I read the news today.  Oh boy!

Nathan Barnatt

In a world where joys are to be appreciated, click on this dude's picture.

Nathan Barnatt

Dance is Power.
Dance is Victory.
-LS^2

Bump Bump it's Hump Hump Day!

As of 8 minutes ago, I have a new reader.  I'd best watch my tongue.  Welcome, 김소영!  And yes, I left class and immediately sat down in front of the computer.  I'm a damn sellout.  A phony.  A cool liquid mess.

I really can't shake the tireds.  Actually, that's not true.  But I'm having a hard time shaking them with this schedule of going to sleep around 2am.  That's not what my body likes to do, nor is it what my mind likes to do.  I don't think that's what my spirit seahorse likes to do either.  Add those these components together and you've got That's Not What I Like To Do.  But I keep doing it because I'm addicted to not learning from my mistakes.  Ho hum.  Won't get me tonight, though.  No way, Love.  'Cause I'm'a write my report cards and go the fuck to bed.  After I write this.  And play guitar.  And eat something.  And alphabetize my rice.  I'm bad at making rice.  Maybe because it's out of alphabetical order...

My throat is also sore.  Why?

Lex is out there makin' art and sweepin' chimneys.  He's tryin' to convince me it's the life for me just as he's trying to convince himself that it's the life for him.  Maybe it is, maybe it isn't.  I think it sounds dope, but for now I'm out here living someone's dream.  Not mine, but probably someone's.  This dude's?

Before I leave you to the disorienting reality you have carefully crafted out of your time on this planet, allow me to push something upon you:  Nathan Barnatt is a funny mother fucker.  He's a regular at UCB LA and I first saw his videos a few years ago by accident.  I didn't pay him much mind, but in the roundabout of LA, I would see him working on videos or see him on the cover of LA Weekly.  I just happened upon some of his stuff again, and while I don't vibe with all of it, some of it makes me piss myself laughing.  He's a rad dancer, noteworthy stuntman and avid video game aficionado.  He's stone cold sober as far as I know, too, and I always find that admirable.  So Nathan Barnatt, if you're reading this, please send me some shoes as well.  And fill 'em with Skittles, couldja?

All right, that's all for now, birdies.  Mama's fresh outta vomit.

Big Up to Brooklyn, Nucka.

-LS^2

The God-awfully beautiful Cherry Blossoms

that just started a'bloomin'.

Radical measure to ensure safety.

Boppin' around with Jürgen's lenses.

2 Almonds 1 Cup.

Nathan Barnatt

as

Keith Apicary

...

WATCH HIM AS NEWLIN MANTROSE

Ren's Stimpy

Dude, like, you can't even imagine.

Well maybe you can.  I just really wanted to start the post like that.

I spent the night tonight at the Forest Café where people wanted me to sing as bad as they wanted me to stop.  Fickle audiences mixed with a 90 proof language barrier equates to my uncomfortablity.  Not my problem, dude.  Not my fuckin' problem.  Actually, it is kind of...

I laid in bed until 12:40pm today, a sign that I'm not feeling well.  Not 'My tummy hurts' unwell, but more like 'My mind is confused' unwell.  The thoughts I have, the ideas I want to pursue, the job I have, the country I'm in, the friends at my disposal and the mind I own are all completely at odds.  My heart is not being followed.  I would say it's my fault, but I think it's more an inside-out thing.  I'm searching for it.

I'll stop there before I get to hyperbolic and ridiculous.

I have good thoughts and bad thoughts.  Don't you?

Stay Strong, Babies...

-LS^2

This is awesome.

Facebook Schmacebook

Dear Blog,

I killed my Facebook account today.  Get ready for more attention now that your brother is gone.  I really should be writing this letter to my Journal, but there are some jokes she just doesn't get.
Goodnight for now, Rumproast.

Digitally Sovereign,
Lukie Barookie

Dedicated Follower of Fashion

I've spent the morning wearing nothing but a sweater vest and fedora.

-LS^2